“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”

E. Hemingway.
"París era una fiesta"


Monday 30 April 2012

Antídoto

Hace falta más que un arzobispo zoquete y un piromongo extremista para echarme a perder un lunes de granizo. ¡Métele, Egon!


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